Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 932

Behind her was a man laughing loudly, causing Anne's face to turn red from anger. This was the thing that made Alan feel the most accomplished.

Anne walked to the side of the field and sat down, her eyes looking at the large field, her mind full of memories. That clean looking young man from back then, was now a mature and steady man.

Alan turned around and walked out of the school gate. He found the yogurt that Anne liked to drink back then and held it in his palm. He hid it behind his back and walked towards her step by step.

"Alas, this place is full of the memories of my youth. How nostalgic!" The man sighed emotionally and sat by her side. Then, he showed the bottle of yoghurt to Anne's side as though he was performing a magic trick. "Here you are. It’s the one that you loved the most!"

Anne was stunned as she looked at the yogurt.

"Take it. Weren't you fond of drinking it before?" After forcefully placing the yogurt onto her hand, Alan stared at the sports field in front of him with a profound look, and then pretended to be cool.

Anne held tightly onto the bottle of yoghurt, tears inexplicably appearing in her eyes.

"How can you still remember it..." How many years had it been? She was no longer the girl who liked to nibble on the straw drinking the yogurt. That was why she was so agitated when she received this staff that only appeared in her memory.

"I remember everything about you. Also, I remember that we met for the first time on March 27th. You bumped into me. It was just after class, so it should be around 4.30pm. As for the accuracy of what you said to one minute and one second, I really can't say it out. I didn't have time to look at my watch that day. I just had time to look at you." Alan's handsome face was overflowing with a smile, but his voice was getting more and more magnetic, moving and pleasant to listen to.

Anne felt her mind was shaking. She wanted to make things difficult for him today, because she wanted to see him embarrassed in front of his good friends. In any case, he had a thick skin, and there was always a way to resolve this.

But she didn't expect that he would still remember it. It was cleared that he date and time were both correct.

"You bumped into me, kept apologizing to me with your head lowered, and even helped I pick up the books that were dropped. It's such an old-fashioned plot, just like in every youth movie. But, it's different, those are our memories!" Alan lowered his head and chuckled, his mind still recalling the girl Anne back then. She was flustered and helpless, with a pair of bright big eyes, her skin was as white and tender as milk. When he first saw her, in reality, the first thing he wanted to do was to pinch her face, since it would definitely be very soft and tender.

Anne slightly opened her mouth. Obviously, those words were moved by his words, causing his to be somewhat stunned.

"Why... Why are you mentioning this? You pinched my face at that time." Anne did not dare to let this atmosphere continue. She was afraid that she would be unable to restrain herself from crying. That would be so embarrassing.

"Oh, did I really pinch you?" Alan had an astonished expression on his face: "My hands might have been itchy at that time, or it might have been because you were too easy to bully."

All of Anne's emotions were immediately blown away by the wind because of what he said. She heavily poked the straw into the yogurt cup, then lowered her head and started to suck.

Alan looked at her sulking appearance, and saw that she was just as adorable as before.

"Ah, I just realized something!" Alan said lazily as he placed his hands behind his back and rested his head.

"What did you find?" Anne could not help but be agitated, as she stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes and asked.

"I discovered that after you grew up, your temper didn't get any better. On the contrary, it got worse and worse. If this goes on, how could I withstand it? I remember back then, your speech was very small and gentle, like the sound of a mosquito. It made my heart itch." Alan just could not control his mouth and wanted to be beat up by someone.